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The tradition of American sports cars is to carry out large displacement to the end. This srt10 is an out-and-out representative of American displacement. The 600-horsepower 84-liter engine has larger displacement, greater power, and greater torque. A ferocious viper.
Russell nodded again and again, "This car is great, what do you think?"
Cross rolled his eyes, and dragged Russell into the car, "Come and drive, don't lose track... Uh, how's your driving skills?"
"The driving skills are average, step on the accelerator to the end, and the rest is up to fate!"
"hat!?"
"Fasten your seat belt, pay attention to obey the traffic laws, we are going on the road..." Russell fastened his seat belt, his eyes became extremely sharp in an instant, and he stepped on the accelerator to the end.
The host is equipped with 'character card baby', the countdown is 400 seconds, and the timer starts!
Cross swallowed, and subconsciously fastened his seat belt. He felt a palpitating strength from Russell, which was the aura that only those who had reached the peak in a certain field possessed.
This is an old driver!
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street diary
Writers are divided into two categories, Dashen and Pujie. Some are dedicated to Dashen, while others are dedicated to Pujie.
Chapter 10 Those who have never seen the prairie do not know that heaven is actually green
Wesley!
The hero of the movie League of Assassins, he is cheerful, optimistic, sincere, humble and polite. He is a struggling young man with great ambitions.So, despite losing his mother since childhood and not knowing whose bodily fluids he inherited, he grew up healthy and happy.
Society is the best university, which has taught Wesley many profound truths, one of which is to learn to be strong without a good father!
Wesley, who stepped into the society, worked hard and finally got a decent job with his own efforts. Although the salary was a little less, he had his own independent desk and could call himself a white-collar elite.
Wesley has a group of dedicated colleagues who often leave the tedious work to Wesley, allowing him to grow quickly and become the record holder for the fastest CD-burning in the office.
There is a shrewd and capable female boss, although she is a fat woman of three hundred pounds, who always tries to deduct his salary, but without this female boss, Wesley would not realize how ugly the face of capitalists is.
There is a sexy and beautiful girlfriend who, although bitter and mean, dislikes Wesley for having no money, and is never faithful to love, always giving him a cuckold.But everything has to be viewed from both sides. Without this girlfriend who never refuses, Wesley would not be able to maintain a healthy color as always.
Oh, by the way, Wesley also has a good buddy who is so righteous.Whenever he is arranged to work overtime as a voluntary contribution by his female boss, his good buddies will take the initiative to come forward and come to appease his girlfriend, personal service, rain or shine.
It is because of this good buddy that Wesley was not dumped and turned into a single dog who buys toilet paper every day.
Some people have tried their best just to live!
Wesley has a deep understanding of this, so he still lives tenaciously, even though he knows that his girlfriend is actually a good buddy.
It's just a green hat. It's a big deal. People who have never seen the prairie don't know that heaven is actually green.
The above is pure water... The above is an excessive plot, let me briefly introduce Wesley...
Well, the above is pure nonsense, this is blatant water word count!
There is no such thing as cheerfulness and optimism. Wesley is a good-for-nothing who is just waiting to die. The purpose of his life is to pass the time and wait for death.
Until just now, a glamorous and enchanting big sister appeared in front of him, and Wesley swore that compared to this super fierce big sister, his girlfriend was from the country.
Firefox!
The core member of the fraternity, because the cross kept killing the members of the fraternity, and no one was his opponent, Firefox was ordered to bring Wesley back to train him as a top killer.
In this world, only Wesley can kill a cross!
The cross has been guarding his son's side, and after discovering Firefox's whereabouts, he rushed to him immediately.It's a pity that he was still a step too late. Firefox was the first to contact Wesley. The charming she charmed Wesley with 36c and gained his trust.
This is a matter of course, a middle-aged man with a sloppy beard, and a sexy and beautiful big sister, choose one of the two...
This is a sub-question!
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At night, the roads are brightly lit, and the nightlife of the big city is about to begin.
A roar of a powerful engine came from far to near, and then the red lightning flashed across the restless wind.
The Dodge-Viper was running on the road, and the Firefox sat in the driver's seat with a stern face, manipulating the steering wheel with both hands, performing all kinds of thrilling lane changes and overtaking.
The speeding red supercar is so fast that it makes people scream, and Wesley in the passenger seat is nailed to the seat by a strong push back. The screaming siren and the light and shadow passing by outside the window have never been experienced before. Wesley's heart was pounding uncontrollably.
"God, you can slow down, he can't catch up!" Wesley's mouth was dry, fearing that he would die from speeding in the next second.
"No, he's right behind."
Wesley glanced at the rear car mirror when he heard the words, the box truck of the cross was hanging behind him, and it was getting closer.Thinking of the lunatic who drew a gun and killed people at the slightest disagreement, Wesley felt a chill in his heart, and the hairs all over his body stood on end.
"Then please hurry up!"
Firefox's face changed slightly, she had already increased the speed of the car to the fastest speed, but what the hell was that a dilapidated transport vehicle could keep up with the supercar, and even had the stance of overtaking.
On the van, Cross was holding the handlebar in one hand and a pistol in the other, staring at the Dodge Viper in front of him, thinking that Russell's driving skills were really good, and he was not thrown away.
However, when he glimpsed Russell out of the corner of his eye, he almost jumped out in fright.
"Fcuk!! What are you doing?"
"Tuning the station!" Russell said as a matter of course, he held the steering wheel with one hand, and turned the knob with the other hand.
"Of course I don't know you're tuned in, but could you please change the time and drive while looking ahead with your hands on the wheel!!!"
The cross was about to collapse, and if he was driving at the current speed, he wouldn't dare to say that the car would never overturn, but Russell still had the heart to tune the radio.
"Relax, my car won't turn over." After adjusting a few channels, all of which were broadcasting information on road conditions, Russell patted the car radio dissatisfied, completely ignoring the phantom shadows of vehicles whistling past him.
Cross regretted it. If he had known that Russell didn't need to brake, he wouldn't have dragged him.Cross is very confident in his driving skills, but for Russell, he can only hehe.
The performance of Doubed last night made it hard for him to believe Russell, unwilling to entrust his life to such an unreliable person.
Something even more unreliable happened. After a centrifugal drift and cornering, Russell began to communicate with him.
"You seem very nervous, who is the young man in the sports car, I guess you must have a lot to do with each other."
"Concentrate on driving, the rest has nothing to do with you!" Cross had a dark face, he didn't want Russell to know too much.
"Let me guess. Although you don't look alike, it's not difficult to judge from your age. Seeing that you are too nervous to fire a gun, that young man is your... distant cousin, right?"
cross"……"
The cross didn't say anything, and decisively pressed the Magnum Kitty II on Russell's temple, and the latter chose to shut up very wisely.